Oh, shit.
I had a one-night stand with a literal stranger. The only thing I know him as isDaddy. And I don’t know if it was that or the man himself, but last night was the hottest experience of my life.
What time is it?
Rolling to the side, I move with the grace of an experienced ballerina and gather all my clothes, piece by piece. All except my panties. Where the hell did he throw them?
Oh, fuck it. I can take a rideshare home with no underwear. If my mother could see me now. The thought makes me smirk as I tiptoe through the dark, lavish penthouse, thankful for automatic floor illumination.
The entire time, the man who fucked me like a savage last night snores softly from the bed. As I make my way to the bathroom, I glance at one of the bedside clocks.
Just after five in the morning. The sun will be up soon. I definitely don’t want to be making the walk of shame in my sequin dress through a hotel and casino during daylight hours.I’ll be blushing the whole time as it is because based on how my body feels right now, there’s no way I don’t look freshly and thoroughly fucked.
Moving as quickly as I can, I put on my bra, followed by my dress, then spend an annoying amount of time trying to reach back to zip it. Instead of putting my shoes on, I pick them up and, once again, tiptoe out of the bedroom, down a short hall that opens up to the enormous living space, which no person actually needs unless they are hosting a party for a couple of hundred people up here. It’s over the top, but it’s beautiful, and the view through the wall of windows over the Las Vegas Strip is stunning.
I pass a table and pause to look at a set of poker cards with the hotel logo on it. A soft smile tugs at my lips as I open the deck and look through it. When I find the one I want, I go over to the kitchen counter where he dropped the key card on our way to the bedroom and place the poker card next to it.
Then I silently cross the room and pause at the door. Am I a terrible person for sneaking out without at least saying… what? Thanks for the orgasms? Thanks for pretending to love my body so I didn’t feel bad about it? We agreed to one night and no names, so there’s no point in waiting around to awkwardly say goodbye.
With one last deep breath, I unlock the door and swing it open, then walk away from one of the best nights of my life. And it wasn’t just the sex. Okay,a lotof it was the sex. But it was the way he spoke to me. And called me his good girl over the smallest thing.
As soon as I’m alone in the elevator, I turn and look at the mirrored wall. A horrified gasp comes out as I stare at myself.
Oh my God!
Why did I not think to check myself while I was in the bathroom? It looks like a bird landed in my hair and createdits own personal nest. And my mascara is smudged everywhere, along with my pink lipstick.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Using my fingers, I comb out my hair with one hand while swiping at my face with the other, my shoes dangling from my pinky as I do.
What a sight I must be. Thank goodness there are always taxis waiting in the valet area, even at this hour.
When I’ve done the best I can, I try to act as calm and casual as possible when I get to the bottom floor and walk out of the elevator. Thankfully, because it’s so early, there are very few people milling around, and most of them are in their own haze of the decisions they made last night.
I pause to put my heels on, but when I lean down, my hip and thigh scream at me. Fuck it. I’ll wash my feet as soon as I get home. It’s not like I’m the first woman to walk around barefoot in Las Vegas.
Keeping my head low, I head to the taxi line. The valet attendant waves a car forward for me, and I give him a brief smile as I slide a twenty in his palm and climb into the back seat.
After giving the driver my address, I take another calming breath and try to relax during the twenty-minute ride.
As soon as I’m home, I go right to my ensuite bathroom and turn the shower on as hot as I’ll be able to stand, hoping it will give my pain some sort of relief, even if it’s just for a while.
Steam swirls around the room while I slowly maneuver out of my clothes. When I let my bra fall to the floor, I get a look at my naked body in the mirror and try but fail not to wince when my gaze goes straight to my scarred-up left leg. Just above that, toward my butt, is a circular bruise. Right where he grabbed me while he fucked me from behind and told me how perfect I was.
The way his hands roamed my body. I don’t know if he felt my scars, but he didn’t say anything if he did, and it didn’t seemto deter him from wanting me. He didn’t see them, though. And getting out of there before he woke up and saw me in the daylight was the best decision. I just wish I’d gotten his name. Something about the man tells me he has a sexy one. Although I loved calling him Daddy, and he was a damn good one.
Even though I haven’t fucked a ton of men in my life, I know without a doubt, no one will ever fuck me like he did last night. If I go the rest of my life without sex, I’ll be just fine because I will relive last night’s memories until the day I die.
CHAPTER 9
Kian
SHE FUCKING LEFT
Rolling over,I slide my hand across the bed, looking for her. In between our multiple fuck sessions, I slept like the dead. And after I fuck her once more, we’re going to snuggle up and go back to sleep. Hell, maybe repeat that all fucking day.
When I reach the other edge of the bed and don’t make contact, my eyes open, and I look around, something sinking within me.
